"for those with shattered khwaabs , this book is going to pick up all your pieces and mend it , khwaab ke safar se haqiqat ki khoj mae"
- this book is a sequel of my first book "khwaab" so read that for better understanding <3
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abhimaan looked at everyone with a pure look of shock in his eyes
"dadu mae khud abhi ek baccha hu, ek bacche ka baap kaise banunga?"
abhimaan looked absolutely confused, everything happening just felt like a blur in his head as he needed someone to give him context.
mrs rajput jolted up as she walked towards the table and shoved a beautiful bracelet in abhimaan's chest, which he caught before it would fall
it was a kid's bracelet with blue beaded flowers and white pearls that shined brightly, the bracelet also had stones in the shades of blue, all perfectly attached to a gold chain.
the blue flower in the middle was slightly bigger than the rest with a magnificent bluish green alexandrite stone attached on to it, it was one of the most rarest gemstone in the world.
he was shocked as he clutched onto the bracelet tightly, the feeling of the charms pressing onto the skin reminded him of memories that were painful yet beautiful.
"did you go through my stuff?"
he was furious, something abhimaan despised was violation of his own privacy, he was secretive and appreciated his space more than anything
"that's not our concern, the main question is who's child is this?"
his father looked at him angrily, demanding an explanation when he himself was as confused as the rest
"you cannot just violate my privacy like this and then put fake blames on me dad, i don't appreciate that."
his father looked at him in disbelief as dadu threw his chappal flying towards him which abhimaan skilfully dodged making dadu angrier than he was before.
"2 chaate khayega na toh teri saari privacy bahar nikal jayegi, do not bring that western nonsense in this ethnic household."
reyansh's father tried to control his laugh but failed, as soon as dadu's angry wrath met his he quickly gulped down the smile and looked away
"i swear on my ferrari SF90 stradale that i am unaware about whatever is going on in here, dadi samjhao na in sabko"
one thing abhimaan loved the most was his car, the only one in india which was apparently owned by him, his SF90 stradale in red the car he adored the most, his absolute favourite.
